Post-Neology

First kiss, last kiss ,
what’s the difference?
Lips locked shut,
quiet ’bout the what-ifs,
coulda, shoulda, woulda
done different.

Bum boyfriend, bad breakup,
same shit, swap the context.
No more splittin’ the bills,
you ain’t payin’ for two:
more honey, less “Honey,”
stretch an honest dollar to make do.

New flame, familiar pain,
rinse and repeat; playin the games,
Different phone, same old heart,
rehash the lies, carbon-copy vibe,
Heart autoplay’n till death does its part.

Fresh scene, déjà-dream,
rotating cast, twice-recycled scheme.
Smoke always clears, but the cough remains,
love’s just debt wearing a human name.
Taste the ash on my lip, truth on delay,
burn hope down slow — call it foreplay.